Dear Bombay Bicycle Club,
Braid my hair. Two, please. Send me to an open field. Let me skip until the sun goes down.
Unfortunately, we are based in London, so we can neither braid your hair (even just once) nor accompany you to a field meant for skipping. We hope that this song will suffice.
Bombay Bicycle Club
Download “Ivy & Gold”
*Incase anybody comes running after the girl with the braids skipping under the sun with copyright papers in hand, please be forewarned that this letter exchange did not actually occur.